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[Some of you may remember Germany. Yes, that's that unfriendly, disbelieving nation that was on the network a mere week ago, displaying a sour mood and willingness to yell at everyone and their pet rabbit. Considering he's been stuck on this island for a week now, still fails to understand the time difference between the present nations and for some odd reason is wearing this when appreaing on the screen... His mood is not one bit better than before. In fact, he looks ready to strangle someone. Just that that's difficult with plush hooves covering his hands. Tough luck.]

Halloween?

[Note the remotely dangerous intonation.]

What... Is the meaning of this? Who was that woman and where is she now? Also, who is responsible for this ridiculous costume and how do I take it OFF!?! [And he's only getting louder.] I didn't give permission to this infamy so I demand that my person gets freed from this-...this...THIS!

[His voice becomes more of a growl.] Unless whoever did this wants me to hunt them down personally. [And this is where a plush-hoof comes into view, shaking angrily. Yes, this would have been a fist. Only that a fist would be far more intimidating.] But once I get my hands on you, I sewar I will-- [But... Germany cuts himself off, glancing down at his ~~hoof~~ hand. His right eyebrow twitches. Luckily, his face is pretty red already due to simply being angry, so the rising embarrassment isn't too obvious. Oh, the humiliation.]

[He ends up quickly pulling his hand down again and clears his throat, continuing in a somewhat calmer, yet still upset voice.] What I meant to say is... I'm not going to tolerate this! Regardless who is responsible for it. I will find them. And they shall be rightfully punished! Unless they want to surrender willingly. If that is the case, this is your chance!

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[Francis scowls down at his clothes for a moment.] The Rulers... they thought it would be funny to dress me in another costume my denizen wore. I am the "Red Death".

That is one of the group who is allied with the Rulers. That was Justice... Judgement, also, is one of them. And then there are the Empress and, supposedly, the Emperor. They all seem to follow cards of the Tarot... hence why she talked about the Moon.

[He secretly curses you for actually looking rather frightening while he himself runs around as Count Sheepula. But since there are already a lot of things that remain unsaid, this will just be added to that list.]

And you are saying it was them that did this?

[He takes a step backwards and crosses his arms while looking up and elsewhere for a moment, pondering. It's quite apparent that his communicator is lying on some table or something similar by then.]

Where are they?

[It's a tone that suggests you better tell him. But also one that may make you inclined to not do so unless you actually want him to storm off.]

Of course it was them! They are the cause of everything that happens to us on this island! They control it all - the weather, our clothes, our emotions, our appearance--

[He can sense the defiance in Germany's voice that implies what he's going to do.]

--Allemagne, don't. Those who have gone to see them, they do not get far. And they are punished for it. You cannot go alone. We will all have to attack them. Besides, what will you do, bleat at them until they die of laughter? [He's now motioning to the Count Sheepula costume.]

Don't you make fun of me, Frankreich! If I have to, I will go alone, but I refuse to simply accept this. I will make them answer to me and for all I care, you can stay where you are if you're afraid or feel too comfortable with this situation. Unlike you, I have my pride. And I will fight to defend it, not hide and cover in obedience and fear! Just tell me where they are and how to get there!

[Yes, he is saying all that while dressed as a sheep. Because this sheep is still Germany.]

I am not asking you to accept this! I do not want to be here either, Allemagne. Especially not with half our neighbors in Europe coming from centuries in the past.

[His voice gets dangerously low, almost threatening, as Germany continues on.] I am not afraid of the Rulers. I am not obedient to them. And I have my pride, too, you--

[He stops, before he says anything he will regret, and takes a deep breath. Then, he looks back at Germany and he holds up a lock of his hair, somewhat hidden by the big hat he wears.]

See this? This was all the Rulers' doing. You think I would willingly make my hair like your brothers'? And because of these Rulers, Allemagne, I can hardly to get to sleep at night. My mind... it is always thinking of something. It is as if I have a million thoughts floating around, and all they do is increase, every day, every minute. And this was given to me by the Rulers, while I have been here. They can do all of these things, and more - when all of us tried to escape by boat, they stopped the wind. And it did not pick up again until the boat was sunk.

Allemagne... I am not asking you to obey them. I am asking you to trust my judgment, when I say that you should not attack them alone. [His voice is serious, like he really is trying to give genuine advice.] You are outmanned and outgunned, regardless of how powerful you may think you are. They've taken away our healing, our extra strength... right now, you really are just one human man, against at least four Rulers and thousands of those damnable minions.

[Now that... Is unexpected. Isn't it usually him doing the lectures? But being lectured... That is new. Especially by France of all people.

But, alas, he listens! Maybe at first it's just out of surprise, but the serious tone of the older nation sure catches on because... Darn. France is making sense.]

[And once France is finished, Germany remains silent. Thoughful even. But he also keeps his eyes a off the screen now. He has a deep scowl on his face however when he finally speaks.]

Fine. I won't go.

[Which is all Germany has to say before a huge plush-hoof moves towards the communicator, covers the screen and effectively cuts off the connection.]

Mais, Allemagne--

[But it's too late. Germany's cut off all communication. He's about to call back, when he pauses, thinking it over. Will Germany listen to him? Likely not. So for once, France decides not to speak his mind. He closes the compact, sighing, before getting up to try and adjust his damn costume.]

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